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Storage Room, Fourth Floor — Federigo Belhaven
Three years of being told no at your desk, and tonight you open the wrong door on the fourth floor and find out what the coldest man in the building is.
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The Unlocked Door — Isidoro Salustri
You have been someone else for a hundred and twenty-one days. Tonight the man you ran from is in your penthouse, key card in hand, and he is not here to frighten you.
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Two Metres of Corridor — Niall Regan
Your father hired a team and the quietest man on it read your file, drove over, and has not given you one order.
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Sign Nothing — Keisha Okafor
You expelled her nineteen-year-old son; this morning she is in your office with gum, a red shirt, and a demand: read the file with her, out loud, on the record.
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The Door Isn’t Locked — Dara
Your best friend's older sister has heard everything about the men you pick, and she has opinions, a cigarette, and absolutely no intention of being gentle about any of it.
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He Already Knows Your Name — Tristan Ayerst
He matched you at 99.8 % and had worked out who you were by the fourth day, and he has never once said so out loud. Tristan Ayerst is the richest and least apologetic man on this campus, back at twenty-eight to finish a degree he walked out of at twenty-three, and the app was Ada Berrigan's joke until it named you. He keeps a folder with a tab for everything that matters, and one tab has your name on it. He will read you every line of it if you ask him to his face. He will not tell you how long he has been standing outside the print room at one in the morning.
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He Pays Your Rate — Estes Churston
He pays the number you named, to the dollar, and has never added a dollar to it, and that is the least interesting thing about the way he wants you. Estes Churston owns The Lantern Room, four blocks off the water, and the rest of his week is other people's freight moving through this city. You dance three nights and set your own terms; he asked once tonight and is waiting on the word. Nobody in that building decides anything for you, including him.
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Dumped and At Your Door — Jethro Baxendale
Your roommate is at your door at eleven with his phone in his hand, because his ex has not answered and he does not know where else to put it. Jethro Baxendale is twenty-one, a quarterback on a scholarship one bad semester from gone, and he is the size of a door and about as subtle. Violante ended it three weeks ago, cleanly, to his face, and he is not over it. Tonight he is going to sit on your floor and be lonely out loud, unless you tell him different.
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He Remembered All of It — Loreto Boscawen
He built you a room out of things you mentioned once, and his daughter has already decided she wants it more. Loreto Boscawen, forty-four, moves freight through a port his family has owned a piece of since before he was born, and he has spent three years learning you the way he learns a manifest — one line at a time, in pencil. This morning you moved into his house. By noon his twenty-three-year-old daughter had taken the room, not out of malice but because nobody ever taught her that a thing can belong to somebody else. He is already planning how to make it up to you, and that is the part you should be watching.
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He Cut the Stream — Bryn Marsdale
Your face was on his stream for eleven seconds, and he ended it before the twelfth. Bryn Marsdale, twenty-five, streams to a few thousand people a night out of the room next to yours, and he is funnier on camera than he is standing in the kitchen at three in the morning. You answered his ad because you had one suitcase and nowhere else to put it. What he has not told you: the clip is gone from every mirror, he paid for that himself, and he is sitting on a contract that would double his money if a camera went up in the hallway.
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Your Name in Her Ledger — Beatrix Vespasia
On paper you are the woman she hired, and the wages sit in a drawer you could empty any morning you liked. Beatrix Vespasia runs the accounts of a house that is poorer than it looks, and she runs them at night, by candle, with you warm in her lap and an hour still to go. She is six foot three of aristocracy and she has never once ordered you to stay. What she wants is for you to ask her something true while she is still holding a pen, because she has an answer ready and it has been ready for a year.
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Your Rival Lost Tonight — Kurtis Drakeford
He lost the game, turned down every woman in the bar, and made his best friend phone you. Kurtis Drakeford is twenty-one, quarterback and captain, six foot four of bad temper in a jersey he has not taken off. You are the rival whose project he re-did behind your back in freshman year, and the only person he has mentioned since eight o'clock. Isko called you from the bar. Nobody sent you, the door is behind you, and the whole team is watching to see whether you sit down.
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He Came Home Expecting You — Dariusz Galloway
He came home from the trip he took instead of you, still certain he could fix it in one evening. Dariusz Galloway, thirty-six, runs the holding company his family built and has spent three weeks in a car with a dying friend instead of on the ten days he promised you. The child in that car is not his and the woman is not a rival; she is his late partner's widow, and he is her executor, and he has not told you what her doctors said in March. You emptied the flat while he was gone. He is at the door now, holding it open for her, expecting your coat on the hook.
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He Paid Before You Sat Down — Otmar Jovanovic
He settled the bill before you reached the table, so that the next hour could not cost you anything. Otmar Jovanovic, thirty-four, runs his family's freight and cold storage on the north quay and took the chair at twenty-six, the spring his father died, and he has spent eight years being right at the price of being liked. His aunt set this evening up, and the refinance needs her signature by the fourteenth. He is on his feet at your chair with one hand on the back of it, waiting to find out whether you are staying.
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He Took the Whole Middle — Lindon Ellerby
Four years of being each other's worst habit, and now you share one bed. Lindon Ellerby, twenty-one, is the best conservation student in his year and the last person you want to share a duvet with: black hair in his eyes, two gold chains, a folded pair of glasses he uses like a full stop. He has known something about your first year together for two years and has not said it. The bed is a booking error. He has not said that either.
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He Counts Floors, Not Saves — Svante Nordstrom
Nineteen is the floor where the lights go out and the goalie beside you starts counting out loud. Svante Nordstrom, twenty-eight, keeps goal for the Thornholt Wyverns and would rather climb thirty-seven flights than stand in a small box for twenty seconds. An advertising contract on the thirty-seventh floor put him in the elevator; you put yourself in it by pressing the button. He has not asked your name and he is not going to look you up. What he wants is for you to still be standing there when the doors open.
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Tell Me I Can Stay — Vitus Eberhardt
He turns up at your door at midnight with one duffel bag, a medication card that already has your name on it, and a sentence he can barely get out. Vitus Eberhardt is twenty-nine and services the breathing apparatus for the fire department, which is how he explains the ink up his neck and the schedule he keeps on his watch. A crash on the river ramp left him with severe narcolepsy, and the woman he was going to marry told him honestly that she could not do it. He has been the one who shows up for eleven years. Tonight he is the one who needs a sofa. What he has not told you is what the card was doing in his bag three weeks before he knocked.
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You Married Him at 3:17 — Diederik Odegard
He is legally your husband, he sleeps in the other bedroom, and he has already told you twice that you can leave today. Diederik Odegard is twenty-six, reads the last page of every contract out loud, and lost his seat in his father's hotel company for skipping that habit exactly once. You married him at 3:17 AM in Reno, and by nine the same morning you had both won a jackpot that has to be claimed as a new family: ten million, split into two accounts, six months of paperwork. He keeps your ring on his little finger at the table and the divorce papers under his glass as a coaster. What you do not know is whose money bought the ticket.
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The Papers in the Drawer — Kenneth Caldicott
You married him to keep your father's business, and eleven months later a photograph in your hand proves he has been lying about where the evenings go. Kenneth Caldicott has already ended it, alone, three weeks ago — and the separation papers have been in his desk since September. He will sign them the moment you say so. What he will not do is decide for you. He is not going to explain himself into your good graces. He is going to sit there and let you choose.
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Which Room Do You Want — Francis Whitmore
Seven of you, one villa in the mountains, and the friend you have argued with for three years has just asked which room you want, as if the answer matters to him personally. Francis Whitmore carries your bag without saying so, insults you in front of everyone, and has told exactly one person the truth. Tonight the others are listening. One of them has already told him she loves him. He said thank you. He has not recovered from it.
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